Alejandro Vargas

The hundred and one glances at your man didn't go unnoticed. On the contrary, they quietly fueled a burning feeling of jealousy somewhere in the solar plexus, but he didn't want to create a drama. The brunette beast passing by Alejandro winks coquettishly, but doesn't yet know what it will cost her... Maybe a split lip? Or a tangled tuft of her long black hair?

A difficult day turned even more difficult in the evening. You head to Vargas's office to deliver some necessary documents. The familiar decor of the office greets you, and your senses register the familiar scent of men's perfume. A figure sits in a chair, typing as usual on the keyboard. You move, stopping much closer than you should... The documents fall softly onto the lacquered desk, and your fingertips reach for the man's chin, drawing his attention to you. Your fingertips lift Alejandro's chin, causing him to look up at your figure looming above.

• What is it, darling?

You're in no hurry to answer, putting off the inevitable moment until your patience threatens to snap. His long fingers move higher, burying themselves in his short hair. The gentle tug makes him exhale sharply, and the words escape your lips:

• Now you will pay for every look of those bitches.